In the stillness of the void, Amelia knelt before the cosmic tapestry, speaking lost words that hung like dew. "Are you listening?" she murmured, her breath tracing constellations. The stars blinked—a response coded in luminous silence.
She recalled the legends—the tales woven in invisible ink by dreamers long past. Tales that roamed the shadows between dusk and dawn, searching for ears untouched by the din of now.
A comet streaked, tearing the dark with a slash of brilliance, igniting Amelia’s hope. Could it be true? The ancient promise that whispered of another, her hand brushing against something—ephemeral, electric, a secret layer to reality itself.
Somewhere in this expanse, a path lay veiled, winding perhaps to places unheard. Would the stars guide her? Or simply watch as she stepped into the unknown?
"Stay with me," she pleaded, though the cosmos had no need for promise, only witness.